2009-08-03

Class Reunions – The Key To Happiness

I attended my 25 year class reunion this weekend and will write a more detailed post later.  I had a great time, and was very literally, the last one to leave the winery where we held the party.  I was chatting with the winery owner as he was closing things down for the night, and I headed for my car.

As I got there, in the dark barnyard, I reached into my front right pocket for my keys. -- Strike 1!

Front left pocket?  -- Strike 2!

Shirt pocket? -- Strike 3!

PANIC I had been to the car to put away some wine that I bought.  Nope, not in the door locks.  Not on the ground that I could tell.  CRAP!  It's after midnight, and the spares for this are 165 miles away.  I catch that owner before he makes it back to the house and we look a while (5 minutes) before he heads off to get a flash light.

I keep trying to search, but there are few lights, and the grass is long and wet with dew, so everything glistens.  I double check my front pockets again.  Nope, same stuff as before, but no keys.

He got the flash light, and we searched by the car.  We searched where I stood and talked.  We searched by where the band was.  We searched the path that I carried the tables us after the band was done.  We searched the bar area.

Nothing.

So, I went through my pockets again…

Right front – Key to mom's house, camera, loose change.
Left front – Blackberry
Shirt pocket – Empty
Right rear – Wallet
Left rear – Car keys.

What kind of mindless simpleton puts their car keys in their back pocket?  I guess that would be me.

12 comments:

Cora said...

There's a junk in the trunk joke just begging to be made here but I'm too f*cking sick to string it together right now. Can you do it for me, my dear?

mo.stoneskin said...

Halfwit.

I have a system. Train ticket left pocket. Phone right pocket. Keys and wallet in front zip compartment of bag. EVERY DAMN DAY.

You must keep to the system, whatever it is.

Srg said...

I take it you mustn't have been sitting down much that night, or you would have truly "felt" where those keys were! And most likely moved them to a more appropriate pocket.

Bev said...

Oh man! That's something I would totally do. I'd blame booze, if I were you, even if you weren't drinking at said winery. ;-)

SkylersDad said...

Since I already mentioned the bifocals on your facebook page, I won't drag that out again...

Fancy Schmancy said...

Do you believe in fate? Something was keeping off the roads for some reason until the danger had passed.

Soda and Candy said...

Chicks never have that problem because we can't fit anything in any of our pockets.

: )

Maggie said...

How fun! It's always good to see people we haven't seen in a while.

J.J. in L.A. said...

I did the female version of that on Saturday - I looked for my mascara in both of my make-up bags, in my make-up drawer, on my dresser, on the table next to my dresser...

I was holding it in my left hand (I'm right-handed).

Btw, have you read my blog today? I would love a(nother) man's opinion. : )

Shana said...

Too much wine tasting!!

Not The Rockefellers said...

My husband did the same thing!
After a hard target search of the general vicinity for, like, 37.5 minutes I spot a key like bulge in his left rear.

"I never put them there!"

Sheesh...

Peace - Rene

Candy's daily Dandy said...

Ooopss, my bad. hee hee